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Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you buy Maybachs on Maybachs
C'mon, let's fuck it up, and get it back
Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you buy Maybachs on Maybachs
C'mon, let's fuck it up, and get it back
Why don't you go and fuck up Saks
Why don't you get a gun, go get a Mac
Why don't you
Where the opps? Where y'all niggas at?
Uh, big Glock, I'ma hit back (Trap music)
Trap music nigga, fuck a hit track
If you said trap was dead, then I'm bringin' it back
Could never be broke, I'ma run up that sack
Straight drop, that's that muhfuckin' crack

Yeah, man, they 'none but facts
Yeah, and you know that, yeah
And no, it's no more Act
Y'all can stop the act
Drippin' hard like yes, sir
Bullets get sprayed like pepper
Hang around, I'm a stepper
Better be smart and clever
Don't play that shit wit' me though
I ain't 'finna fall, why you brought a leaf blower?
Shoot for no reason like I'm tryna get B-roll
And I get high, niggas can't be sober
All that shit y'all talkin', mediocre
Smokin dope, look like okra
Big ass Glock, pistol toter
Designer shit, Gosha
Trap, Motorola
Chief Keef, not sober
Beamer car, no Range Rover
Yo car slow, it got a strange motor
Niggas hatin', got a strange motive
And you broke as hell, and yo' house forclosured
Bitches mad cause I ain't get em Fashion Nova
I will never give a thot exposure
Diamonds bright and they look like they exploding
Diamonds on my neck, I don't got no choker
I got niggas in jail with they poker
Chopper on me nigga, super soaker
I got drums nigga, I'm a composer
You a mark, nigga, you a poser
Chopper on me nigga, bulldozer
And them .223s make 'em flip over (That chopper)
Brrt!

Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you buy Maybachs on Maybachs
C'mon, let's fuck it up, and get it back
Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you say that, just say that
Why don't you buy Maybachs on Maybachs
C'mon, let's fuck it up, and get it back
Why don't you go and fuck up Saks
Why don't you get a gun, go get a Mac
Why don't you
Where the opps? Where y'all niggas at?
Uh, big Glock, I'ma hit back (Trap music)
Trap music nigga, fuck a hit track
If you said trap was dead, then I'm bringin' it back
Could never be broke, I'ma run up that sack
Straight drop, that's that muhfuckin' crack